The Herrscher of Death and Fire MOTH's Decision / The Herrscher of Death Clashes with Fire MOTH

On the North American Continent, though there was no saying like "rabbits don't eat grass near their burrows," the principle was the same.

As for the outsiders who disappeared from time to time, the town's residents could only pray silently for God's protection.

After all, if they spoke out, there would be no eggs or butter next week.

The nearby towns paid little attention to the frequent disappearances in this region.

Given the North American region's abundance of talent and resources, it was not particularly difficult to understand.

Perhaps they simply believed that the missing people had encountered some unknown Serial Killer, or run into savage wild beasts.

Without conclusive evidence or bodies, such cases were usually shelved and left to gather dust in police archive rooms, with few officers willing to devote much effort to uncovering the truth behind them.

Even the occasional officers who chose to investigate further often faced enormous resistance and danger.

In the end, those officers either yielded to the temptation of money and fell beneath the assault of dollar bills fragrant with fresh ink, or became sacrifices in the cultists' cruel rituals.

In the North American region, the casualty rate among officers was not low. The occasional disappearance of an officer was merely an insignificant corner of this complicated land.

Against such a backdrop, a fair-skinned girl with shoulder-length black hair tinged blue drove into the town with her fearless companions.

Like the reckless young people in horror movies who ignored every warning, they too disregarded the abnormally high rate of disappearances in the area.

They even held a strong interest in the Cultists, eager to witness those legendary shadows with their own eyes.

The girl and her companions believed that before the power of 9MM Parabellum bullets, Cultists were no different from ordinary